Never allow your prey to escape like that.
Mice in the wild are fine; they belong out there. They do not belong in your flat.
Snap traps. Strategically placed snap traps, baited with peanut butter. You’ll get results overnight, most likely.
Trust me; I’m a hired killer.
Live traps and removal to the nearest thoroughly abandonded building or suitable patch of bush. Leave it a breadcrust as a peace offering.
House mouses, some people have all the luck! 
I actually have a standing order with all my friends for a house mouse. I’ve got a wild rat and a couple of wild/domestic crosses at work, but I just can’t get my hands on a mouse. The last one booked it on it’s way into it’s new cage and was last seen in my fridge. Haven’t seen her since, but then again, I have a cat…
i wonder…could you mail a mouse from London to Canada? Wanna try? 
Worth a try. it’ll probably fit in an airmail envelope
Best to mark it to be hand-cancelled then, rather than run through the machine.
Oh no, my friend, they do, and not only that, they tell their friends.
I used to live with a couple of squaddies, both into their Guns ‘n’ Ammo magazines and always trying to outdo each other on how macho they were.
One day we, like the rare and famous mouse-hunter, Garius, noticed a scrabbling and scratching noise that told us at once, mice were on the prowl…
Some time later, when we were fed up of the army of rodents that had decided that our house was their privy, my two housemates stayed up to perform a mouserectomy in the house. I didn’t find out the details until later but they had caught a mouse; filled a jam jar 2/3 full of hot water and put the mouse in, watching it swim until it was running out of energy and about to drown; tied it to the washing line and hit it with a badminton racket, watching it swing around and around squealing into the night; revived the unconscious mouse; attempted to shave it; the left it in another jam jar, this one half full so the mouse would have to stand up on its toes to breathe, stopping it from sleeping.
I found the jam jar the next day and let the poor little bugger out, but our house was never troubled by mice again.
Good ol’ squaddies. Gotta love 'em. :eek:
I so want my own mouse to play with, Brainfizz. I left the military 7 years ago, but shaving mice sounds like fun.
A bedsit I lived in many years ago started with a couple of mice, ended up infested. Snappy traps are the way to go. Chocolate also makes a good bait. Then again I’m no expert - I just moved.
Garius - tell me that pizza box wasn’t from Friday night? Please.
We had rats at my place when I first moved in. We called the exterminator pretty damned quick.
NOTE: There aren’t rats there anymore. Promise.
Um, brainfizz?
AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!
:eek: 
:mad:
Um, possibly.
It was empty though - we ate the leftovers as lunch on Saturday.
Oh, so that’s OK then. I think. You mean, there were leftovers?
two pieces.
Wow. I thought we’d decimated them.
yeah, but two boxes got stacked and there were two pieces of chicken supreme left in the bottom one which got missed.